#and as a psychic he'd have a natural leg up

[enthusiastic-nimrod]

Please partake in some lovingly crafted airbrush amy and co!

This started out as an oopsiedoodle, but honestly I really like how coloring with an airbrush can look? It has a very dreamy quality to it.

[nyxiswrites1200]

💚𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔💚

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Early seasons Sam (spoilers S1-3), Romantic, Mentions nightmares, Mentions of sex, fingering, This is my opinion based on Sam's character and what I've watched so far

An: I'm so insane guys, I just had to dump out all my Sammy thoughts <3 I'm working on the Leon thing but I hated it and started over :( anyhow, enjoy my insanity.

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Sam is a gentle lover, his nature alone is naturally gentle. He doesn't see the world in black and white but rather shades of gray. He doesn't like lying or doing things he considers unnecessary.

I feel like Sam doing things irrationally comes from being pushed to the edge. He gets put under so much stress or such a drive to save someone that he does stuff that isn't like him. Even then, he tends to have a plan of what he's gonna do.

I personally think Sam has nightmares. Between the psychic visions he would have and all the tragedies he's witnessed. I especially feel like his mom, Jessica, and Madison are recurring ones. I would say he takes sleeping pills but I also think maybe he's too on edge to make himself that vulnerable.

It would be hard to get Sam into another relationship. With all the tragedies of the other girls he fell for, he'd be worried to indulge in someone else..

Sam smells like pine trees, very earthy I can imagine. If you've ever walked into a motel room, it's freshly cleaned, that kind of smell is something I also associate with him.

When thinking of products he uses specifically. He definitely has some good smelling shampoo and conditioner for that hair. Also thinking of maybe old spice products such as deodorant (not sure why, it just feels right.) Maybe it's something Jessica introduced him to and he's always stuck with it now, not wanting the trouble of changing it. That is if he has the option of choice, free motel products are probably the norm for him.

Imagining a sleeping Sam in those plaid pajama pants and a gray T-shirt, or no shirt preferably.

But if he did allow himself to be with someone again...

Sam is a gentleman. We see him opening doors and comforting people all the time in the show. He would open any door for you, hold you, comfort you, whatever you needed.

Sam is a big baby at times! Sometimes he is so pathetic and I mean that in the most loving way ever. He definitely loves cuddles and not having to sleep alone, especially if he has nightmares or visions. It helps having you there to comfort him, just knowing he isn't alone.

Imagine giving Sam a bracelet or anything he can wear honestly, he'd wear it all the time. My first thought being just some simple bracelet you think would suit him, he'd never take it off. Pulling his jacket sleeve over it during hunts to make sure it doesn't get damaged.

If Sam was worried about your safety in a situation, he'd keep you so close. If he could, he'd hold your hand or keep his arm around you. Beforehand, he'd definitely try to make you stay at the motel and wait.

Sam seems like he'd hold his jacket over you if it suddenly started raining. He never cared if he got soaked by the rain. But you? He'd go the extra mile, or he'd just give you his jacket if you looked cold.

But also kissing in the rain?? Stupidly cliche but maybe after a day of researching with him you get caught out in the rain. However, you don't mind as you drag him into a kiss, tangling a hand into his wet hair. Who is he to deny you?

After stressful hunts, you and Sam will curl up in the motel room together. Sam laying face down between your legs, his head resting on your stomach or chest. His arms wrapped around your waist or rubbing your hips/thighs.

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You love to mess with his hair and he loves when you do. Just running your fingers through it brings him a sense of calm.

Pet names he would call you would consist of baby, sweetheart, sweetie, lovely. He'd love calling you affectionate names but wouldn't overuse them.

Sam is definitely a dominant person in bed. He likes the sense of control he can have in this situation when he loses control of everything else in his life.

He's a soft dom though. Lots of praise and making sure you're okay with everything. He wouldn't wanna push you too far or hurt you. He prefers it to be an intimate moment with mutual pleasure and care.

His favorite positions are anything where he can look into your eyes or see your face. He likes holding you in his lap, facing each other, while you ride him. Just so he can lean in and kiss you when he wants or just press his forehead against yours. A good old missionary is also fine by him! Just being able to hold your hips and see himself thrusting in you, it makes his cock twitch.

I have this image of Sam lazily fingering you. Sam's arms and hands are so attractive (the veins!!). He's got you stretched out on two fingers as he slowly pumps them in and out. He's holding you, back pressed into his chest, and his free arm around your mid-section.

He'll make you cum multiple times, at least two if you're willing. Whether he's got you stretched on his fingers or his cock, he knows exactly what you like.

"Does that feel good?" He coos into your ear, his fingers moving faster inside of you. "Doing such a good job..." He praises into your ear before kissing your temple. "Can you finish for me, sweetheart?"

Aftercare is a must! Sam always does aftercare. Whether that's just praising you and making sure you are okay before you both fall asleep or giving you a nice shower/bath. He always makes sure you're taken care of, even if it was only a one night kind of deal, he wouldn't just up and leave.

Anyhow, I just think Sammy is amazing and he'd be such a good boyfriend <3

[bussyyeukie]

slasher!John Price x reader: the outcome of this choice will have consequences (teen john and teen reader for this backstory)

The days were hot, they were always hot and dusty, so dry at times it would burn your throat to breathe. The dirt rolling in the wind as the scent of wheat and heat would linger in it. You always had sweat on the back of your neck, rolling down your chest and pebbled on your low back.

It was like that now and it was like that when you were young.

It was like that when you’d walk down the road, face warm and skin sweaty as you wandered down the long road from town. You’d lived far, not unbearably, but it took about an hour to walk there and back if you were fast. You’d never cared much, would have a bag in your hand watching the same land you’d watch almost every day.

Your shorts would be slightly damp, and your legs dirt covered and bruised. Even now they were perpetually dirt covered and bruised.  Loose tank top meeting the same sweaty fate. Boots clomping as they sat too big on your feet as you walked. Nearly reaching your knees with how high they came.

Old boots your mother would wear out in the mud when it would rain.

As a child your hair was always short, your mother cutting it with kitchen scissors into some sort of pixie cut. She never seemed to mind when you'd take the haircut into your own hands, no matter how bad it was.

As a teen you grew it longer, never any neater, but you were keen on keeping it in your face, the front of it at least, the rest was usually up because of the heat. While the look didn’t gain you many friends, there were many other things that put people off about you. Not to mention it was a small town (population wise) and people were set in their opinions.

As you would walk down the hot road back home. You’d walk slowly with your cd player clipped to your waistband on your short polyester shorts, and you’d pretend you were in a movie as you looked out at the vast fields full of yellow and brown. Passing into trees and houses in the distance, far from the road. Cattle in fields, and cars rolling past.

None ever stopped, a few would slow down and drive with you so your classmates inside could shout profanities or catcall you or something of that nature.

The only time anyone would stop was when it was an old truck that had creaking brakes and smelled of smoke and gas, and always had too much stuff weighing down the bed of the truck. Missing a mirror on the passenger's side and carrying a gruff classmate you knew well.

John Price.

The boy who always looked years beyond his age, and had big thick hands that were much too rough, but a surprisingly warm smile, and he smiled all the time. He was someone you knew well, not really a friend, but, not not a friend. You never spoke in school, and you never really ‘hung out’. But it seemed every time you were walking that road he’d find you there, and he would drive as fast as you were walking and talk to you. He’d talk about anything, and he’d never speed up when people would honk up a storm behind him. He’d never pull over when people could pass him on the two lane road, and flip him off as they’d pass. 

John would sometimes not even talk, he’d just play the radio loud as you walked beside his truck and he’d watch you. Like some sort of weird barrier or protector from the road.

The first time he’d done it you’d thought he was about to shout at you. Hell when you’d looked over you thought you were about to get picked up by some creep. But after a moment you'd recognized him.

After about a summer of this, you two had grown close. You’d never tell him when you were walking, but he’d always know, and he’d be there. It was strange to you. Like he had someone who would call him and tell him when you were walking. Or he was psychic.

(What you didn’t know was that he did have someone calling him, the lady who ran the local grocer was his aunt, and she knew he had a little crush on a certain someone, and she’d tell him when you’d leave and he'd hop in his truck and catch up to you.)

The day that changed things was the day that it had rained, unexpectedly, it had been hot the day before, so you’d dressed for hot weather, but you were halfway home when it started raining. By the buckets it seemed. By the time John had pulled up, you were soaked wet, clothes sticking to you and hair plastered to your face and neck. He was in work clothes when he’d screeched to a halt beside you.

“What’re ya doin’ out here?” he’d asked, panicked. His cap messily pushed back on his head, eyes looking you up and down.

You’d quirked a brow, holding up the items in your hand, “Wha’da you think genius?”

John rubbed his face, “Git in, you’ll get sick out here, or git hit or somethin’.”

You huffed, looking at the long stretch of road in front of you. Then back to John, you’d remembered the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed looking at you, brows pinched. You remember the way the air chilled your skin and the surreal feeling you had walking in the silence as letting the water soak you down.

You never would have guessed that getting in his truck would’ve led to where it had, but no one can ever really guess what the consequences of their actions will be.

“Fine, but I get to choose the station.”

[ckret2]

I love your writing so much oh my gosh! :D It does make me sad that there will be no karaoke night flashbacks do to the fact this was written pre TBOB however. :( Also If I may ask, could Bill have called Kyptos back or...? Would he have needed to re-do the entire summoning and run out of time before Ford would come in? If so, could he not just do the summoning again at night when everyone is asleep? I am sure Kyptos would eventually pic up phone if he had been bothered enough. Also,

vivian-za-determined-luna-moth asked: -Could Bill break any windows? Perhaps Bill was simply bluffing when he asked if Stan wanted a broken window? I understand not breaking that one considering the long fall and fragile nature of human leg bones however, there should be a handful of windows on the second floor. If he made the statement about the window, then he probably knew how easily they shatter. Did he forget how to break one? Apologies If I sound rude, I simply love your work and am really invested. Toodaloo!

Hey, that doesn't rule out the possibility there could be a future flashback to karaoke night. I don't currently have plans to but it wouldn't be surprising for it to come up eventually.

Yes, Bill would have had to do the whole ritual again to call Kyrptos back; and nah, if Bill had called back, Kryptos would have taken one look at the weird human lady and gone "oh YOU again" and hung up, and probably just stopped answering if he kept getting calls. I'm sure there's some way to turn on a psychic "do not disturb" setting or block a particular caller or something. Bill was right not to try calling Kryptos again without a way to ensure he'd listen.

(This is a subtle hint that Bill is going to find a way to ensure he listens.)

Bill is physically and mentally capable of breaking a glass pane. Under the terms of the no doors no windows curse on him, he's magically prevented from realizing breaking the glass could help him get out the window. If he threatens to break a window, it's like threatening to break a mirror, a chair, or a TV: he doesn't think it would help him escape, it's just a threat of property destruction he thinks the Pines would want to avoid. Because of that, he probably wouldn't actually do it unless he thinks the potential benefit outweighs the potential punishment.

If he did break a window, he'd be surprised and confused to see that the window's now "open" and he can get through it. It would be like if he kicked a football and a fruitcake materialized in his hands. Absolutely no logical connection between the action and the result.

He would be incapable of deliberately repeating the "if I break the glass, somehow it opens the window" feat; the curse would prevent him from making any "X opens the window/door" connections. If he broke another window, he'd be surprised again to discover that opens the window. But as long as he consciously recalls that breaking the glass opens the window, he'd be unable to break the glass again even if opening the window wasn't his actual goal. He'd have to momentarily forget about that side effect.

As long as he's cursed, he's not getting through a closed door/window unless he can completely psychologically divorce his current action from any resemblance to the idea of opening a door/window.

But hey, that's not impossible. You read chapter 6. You know Bill can find ways through unopenable doors.

(And if you haven't reached the chapter where he figures it out—you will soon.)

[cloudedwonder]

love meter 100 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Reigen A. x Female OC

"I have a proposition to make."

He said, his legs kicked on top of one of the tables. Reigen considered himself a simple man. To him there wasn't much a man his age should be doing. He was doing as he could, making money out of simple cons. He still remained a righteous and caring man, he wasn't hurting anyone! Though the lady in front of him seemed to think different, the charming devil who had lately haunted his dreams. He couldn't deny the slightest flush her teases and banter gave him, and even as she stood in front of him with her arms crossed in a doubtful manner, there was something about it that he couldn't help to appreciate. Perhaps it was the way she stared solely at him, staring with narrowed eyes from behind the frame of her glasses, the way her painted lips pursed at him as she stared disapprovingly.

He yearned to back down. To bow on his knees as he held onto her hand, pleading her forgiveness and validation. To see her smile at him once again as she gave him a sly remark, to feel the way her eyes stared up at down at him. But he held onto his pride, offering her a playful yawn instead as he leaned forward, staring at the lady who danced through his head in the night. Her name was Ayame, and lord he'd be damned to not have her one day. But he pushed this thought to the side. "And why should I hear you out? I have places to be Reigen, there's not much a man of your field can offer me."

He knew she was referring about his cons. Yet he still toyed with his tie, staring back at her as she met him with an expectant gaze. He fiddled with the ends, playing with the small threads as a lazy smile graced his lips. There was a rosy tint to her cheeks, and though he knew it to be blush he let his mind wander, to a day he hoped the pink on her face would be from him. Still, she drummed her nails against her crossed arms, leg bouncing with impatience.

"You'd be surprised 'Yame. A boy came by the office today, him and his little friend. He was a special kid, and I'd have been deep in charges if he wasn't. Before he could get hit from a spilt hot drink he saved it, with telepathy, all the while his friend was able to use the same ability to transfer a napkin out of her pocket."

"Right Reigen. And whilst we're at this you're going to tell me your nonexistent psychic abilities also peaked? Do I seem foolish to you? And I don't recall offering you the right to give me a nickname."

He stared at her, a sudden seriousness installed in his eyes.

"The nickname was stupid, I know. I'd much prefer to call you mine."

He suddenly leaned back in his chair, as the woman before him raised an eyebrow. He couldn't help but admire her from where he was, though she seemed rather annoyed in contrast to the flusted state he had hoped to place her in.

"And I will. Tomorrow. 4pm is the time they met me today and I told them I expected them at the same time the next day. You'll come with me Danielle, see their abilities and take up the offer I'm granting you. And you'll take up my business proposal and be my partner, what do you say."

She leaned forward, pushing his legs from the table as you took its place. She pressed her knees together, bringing him in by his tie. He knew she was doing this to inspect the truth he had, but he couldn't help the natural lean his body gave, nor the way his eyes wandered down to her lips. She seemed to feel the same way though, brown orbs flickering down before returning back to greet his eyes, a cocky smile plastered upon her face.

"Business partners. If you're lying I'll enjoy bringing both your shabby scams and yourself to your knees."

Part of him wished he was.

go check this out on my ao3 for a free hug guys <3 :D

[emeraldspiral]

Random unsorted thoughts on Godzilla x Kong:

Both this film and the last one felt like they had a story for Kong but were really struggling to come up with anything for Godzilla, so they just have him attacking random cities to kill time until they actually need him for the finale. This story in particular feels like they could've easily just cut Godzilla out all together and made it a solo Kong movie.

I'm glad Shimo didn't die, she's very pretty and she suffered a lot and deserved better.

When Ilene said to Bernie "We met in Hong Kong" I actually said out like "No you didn't". The two parties were never shown on screen together for the entire movie.

Mothra was underutilized once again but at least she's back now and didn't die, so hopefully she'll get her due in the next film. She really felt like a late addition though cause they didn't really do much set-up to explain why she was hibernating in the Hollow Earth already in moth form or why Jia was needed to awaken her.

Also, when they first introduced the Iwi leader before showing her face, I thought there was gonna be a plot twist where it turned out the Iwi didn't die in the storm, they escaped into the Hollow Earth and the leader would turn out to be Jia's twin sister. So the reason they needed Jia was because Mothra can only be awakened by a pair of twins with psychic powers. The fact that they didn't do this just kinda makes me a little angrier about the fact that they didn't bring back Ilene Chen or her sister when they were already set-up as the Monsterverse equivalent of Mothra's fairies.

It seems like they didn't get the music rights back for this movie because both Mothra and Godzilla's leitmotifs sound like generic knock-offs.

One thing this movie does that I really appreciate, and have actually been asking for, is extended sequences where we're just following the monsters with no humans around and no dialog. We get a lot of that in Kong's story, and I guess they felt like it was a safe enough choice because primates are very humanlike and can express themselves in ways that are very readable to humans. Plus the apes are supposed to be pretty intelligent, so they can put Kong into a story that could easily have been about a human character. I would like to see Godzilla get some of that treatment too, but I doubt they'll ever do it because it's harder to make him look and act human or put him into a humanly relatable plot. But like, I want that though. I want something almost like a nature documentary where it's just about animal survival in the wild, not a whole thing about finding a kingdom of primates enslaved by a cruel dictator using an ice dragon to keep everyone in line and fighting to liberate them from their oppressor.

Kong's arm brace was a deus ex machina if I ever saw one. Literally nothing hinted at its existence until it was needed to solve a very specific problem immediately after it was introduced. The entire thing plays out as one contrived coincidence after another. Like, "We had an idea for a thing, but they said it was a bad idea and shut it down. BUT ONLY AFTER WE ALREADY BUILT A WHOLE ENTIRE PROTOTYPE THAT WORKS PERFECTLY. Also, it just happens to be where we are right now. Also convenient that it was Kong's right arm instead of his left that got hurt, or one of his legs. Also, the explanation for it is that they wanted to give him an enhancement so he'd stand more of a chance against something like Godzilla in the future. It wasn't supposed to be a medical device, but it just happened to have a system for injecting Kong with meds built in, and also had those meds already loaded into the syringes ready to go at a moment's notice.

This is the third time a Titan being critically injured and needing human assistance before the final battle has been a plot point. When it happened in KOTM I feel like it worked because it was a very simple fix: Godzilla's hurt and needs radiation to regenerate, so we detonate a bomb to give him a lot of it at once so he can regenerate faster and kick Ghidorah's ass. Second time it happened it was like, "Isn't this already a discredited cliche by now? Like, that's not what defib paddles are for or how they work." In this movie, when they first introduced Trapper I was like, "Oh cool, a Titan veterinarian. That makes sense as a world building element and it gives the human characters a way to impact the story without it feeling forced." Like, the vet would be able to diagnose problems that the Titans are experiencing and figure out how to treat them, or make educated guesses about what an antagonistic Titan's weakness might be and how to exploit it based on his understanding of Titan biomedicine. But after pulling Kong's tooth, Trapper being a vet doesn't really affect the plot. Like, he didn't need that background just to know the arm brace existed and go get it and put it on him. They didn't even emphasize like, him having good beside manner to keep Kong calm because he knows how to work with animals.

I do appreciate that they introduced him as Ilene's ex so you think they're maybe going to get back together, but then for the rest of the movie it seems like it's actually Trapper and Bernie who've got the romance subplot going on.

I did not expect Kong being smart and resourceful and capable of making traps to end up being the set-up for some actually kinda hilarious moments like beaning a monkey with a rock and hitting Godzilla with pocket sand. Kong trying to drag Godzilla into the Hollow Earth by the tail was also funny. The whole reunion in general is kind of hilarious because they parted on good terms, Kong figures out that he needs help and goes to get Godzilla, but Godzilla's like "I thought I told you never to show your face here again!" so Kong just tries to straight-up kidnap him. Then Mothra shows up to make Godzilla understand why Kong is trying to make him deal with his problems.

Although, Godzilla was already juicing up like crazy because he was hearing the Iwi distress calls right? So he knew something was coming and he wanted to help, but he didn't want to hear it when Kong came to actually ask for help.

[abeinginsand]

Taylor rainy day hcs

Taylor loves being in the rain, but I imagine his mom would ask him to take an umbrella, at least sometimes? Or Cass may sneak it into his go-bag other times, so he doesn't forget it.

Most often the umbrella is not used properly.

He's used it as a stealth item to hide from and avoid classmates and teachers that he doesn't like around town. Its a go to way to avoid awkward or annoying conversations. Taylor also enjoys striking poses with it on occasion, works great as a second sword of sorts. He can try super cool dual wielding poses or use the sturdy umbrella as a makeshift cane on the rare occasions he forgets his own at home.

When the rain gets extremely heavy and/or his legs are feeling extra achy that day. Taylor will sit down some place and rest the umbrella against something so he can sit under it. Probably play on his phone for awhile while listening to the rain drops. Probably gets an Uber back home when the rain stops! It depend on how long the rain lasts or how hard he zoned into his mobile games.

Or on the rare occurrence he isn't alone, he'll offer the umbrella to the other classmate (if they don't have one). Its mostly only happened during field trips or at the end of a school day. After the offer, they'll go their separate ways. Sometimes the person will return the umbrella while occasionally it'll need to be replaced. He's got money though and he wasn't really using it much anyway so that part doesn't phase him. To add to that, his mom is usually really happy when he says he offered an umbrella to someone, especially someone that happens to be a girl. She's been giving him the signature Swift fam "you've got this" thumbs up a lot more lately. If he's honest, sometimes the idea of romance is...a lot when it's not a strict 2d interaction. He stops offering the umbrella to people for a few months.

Things are different when his new sidekicks come into the picture. Firstly, when it rains, Normal offers him an umbrella at the same time as Taylor was offering it to him. They ended up accidentally hitting each other haha. Though Taylor's hand stung more than Normal's did given he was not wearing a mascot costume. The two get past some awkward apologies and talk about either music or school gossip.

With Scary, she skeptically accepted the umbrella but asked why he didn't use it for himself. No one's asked him before and Taylor passionately rambles about his love for rain and rainy day scenes in stories as they walk through town. Though sometimes Scary does tease that he must not be worried about getting sick from the rain because idiots don't catch colds, right? He takes some psychic damage with an on cue anime sound effect. Teasing aside, Scary is the first to send him a text on an actual sick day--usually a short, "you're alive, right?" type of message which is nice in its own way.

The first time getting caught in the rain with Link doesn't go at all like Taylor was expecting. Link doesn't have an umbrella like Normal did and doesn't ask why like Scary had. Instead, Link arches an eyebrow and looks at the blue with white polka dots umbrella in his friend's outstretched hand for few minutes and then back to Taylor.

He says, "Thanks and okay, we should share it though." Taylor slowly agrees and the two share it while he remains surprised. It was the first time he'd shared an umbrella with someone since his childhood friend moved away. He was so used to walking alone or keeping some distance when with a person that he'd forgotten sharing it was a thing. Link holds the umbrella above them as they leave school. They talk about sports games and anime, joking around and occasionally playfully jabbing each other with fingers or elbows.

When the rain gets harder though, Link bolts forward to find the nearest open shop. This ends up dousing Taylor with water pretty good! He makes some sound that he hopes the natural rain bgm covered up and runs after the athlete. They end up racing each other which was initially frustrating but ends up pretty fun. For some reason, running in the rain alone or with a friend gives this cozy, familiar feeling too just like sitting by a fireplace or campfire does. Maybe it was because he used to play in the rain with his mom a lot as a kid.

Lastly, Taylor walking with Hermie during a rainy day leads to a teaching lesson. They both had umbrellas and, like certain punk seekers of darkness, Hermie asked why Taylor liked the rain so much. Hermie chimes in to Taylor's rambles with his own fav rain-related stuff and mentions a certain musical number. One of the few musicals that Taylor knew that weren't anime related! Anyways, Hermie proudly shows off his performing skill by doing atleast some of Singing in the Rain which Taylor thinks is pretty cool. The two practice some of the steps for awhile until the rain stops.

[presidentstalkeyes]

You mentioned that Stan has a bunch of Archetypes in the Gravity Falls/Psychonauts crossover, can we please get some more info on them?

Now this is still a work in progress - in fact it was this question that got me actually thinking about this. :V

We know that Stan has a lot of false identities, each of them with their own documents and personal history. We also know from what we see of his mindscape that he's clearly a master of compartmentalizing, neatly filing away all of his thoughts into boxes - probably a reflection of his history of only revealing what he needs to and keeping everything else under close guard, whether it's for his personal safety or for the safety of his 'rescue Ford' mission.

In this AU where's a psychic, this serves an additional purpose - indeed, he's been to his own mindscape thanks to not only the Psychic 6/7, but an earlier fling with a psychic cult while he was living on the streets (long story). He keeps everything so organized and guarded in case anyone were to intrude, looking for his secrets. That's why Bill Cipher had such a hard time finding the code to his safe, in spite of his enormous power that should make such a task completely trivial. Sasha Nein would be in envy of this level of control. :V

He'd already developed a lot of his Archetypes before Cassie tutored him in Projection, albeit unknowingly. His false identities, always starting out as blank slates, usually a name, date of birth and hometown, which he would gradually add to over time - more natural that way. By the time he'd learned what psychic archetypes are, many of them had developed into full-blown characters of their own.

Like Stetson Pinefield, who dreamed of winning the Kentucky Derby but broke his leg when a horse box fell on him and could never ride again, or Andrew '8-Ball' Alcatraz who fled his home country under that name (a double-layered false name, just to throw people off even further - his 'real' name was Sergio Perez) to avoid getting caught up in a civil war, or Hal Forester who just wanted to raise money for a tree sanctuary.

Turned out to have been a big help when he was running the Shack - he didn't use his powers much because he was pretending to be his non-psychic twin, but occasionally he'd find some use for his old false identities, like tricking 'old friends' into going the wrong way, or the cops, or just to scare the bejesus out of some tourists. Well, that and letting him easily break into government toxic waste dumps. And he had to admit, sometimes he'd just talk to them for no reason. Okay, a lot of the time. Almost every day back before he found Soos and then had no more use for his 'imaginary friends' (yeah, he has some internalized psycho-phobia too, blame Filbrick).

There was one archetype he created completely unintentionally, though, one he only ever brought out when in his lowest moments: Stan Pines.

A replica of the man he was on that fateful day when he pushed Ford through the portal. The man he was before he faked his death and became Ford. 'Stanford Pines' ousted him as his 'true' identity, but his old self still lurks around, waiting for things to return to normal. He's been waiting for over 30 years.

[kryptclonian]

Kon dug through his closet, knowing exactly what he wanted to find; that black t-shirt with the S-symbol he'd leant to Tim after it 'shrunk' in the wash several years back. He quickly pulled on briefs and pants, shimmying into them before pulling on shoes and socks. He then hopped over to the bedroom window, huffing at the effort of having to do everything manually as he opened it. "Dude." Kon pinched the bridge his (Timothy's) nose; his whole superhero persona was about being effortlessly cool. He wanted to laugh, but part of him was mortified that someone might see. "I saw. Why were you flapping your arms like a chicken?" Reaching out, Kon carefully took the offered hand, taking a blind jump and trusting that the other would catch him. Arms wrapped tightly around his neck, whilst legs wrapped around his waist. "Squint your eyes muscles until they switch to telescopic. Oh, honey. You're not going fast. I'm precious cargo. Treat me like it. Let's just focus on staying airborne, yeah?" Kon didn't have the heart to break it to him that he didn't have to strike the classic Superman pose, as embarrassing as that was - he knew he was trying. Nobody became Superman in a day - except of course, him. But he'd had months of being psychically pumped with information that would help make his abilities feel as natural as breathing.

"You're doing great, sweetie." He smirked playfully up at him, chancing a glance in between the cold air that started to bite at him. He hadn't anticipated to become cold so quickly. Should have grabbed a hoodie when he was getting dressed. "Don't go too high, my-your-brain and lungs won't handle it." Kon cautioned with a yawn. Were all humans this sleepy?

There was no eye roll at that comment or the way Kon was positioning the form he currently had control of. Instead, Timothy listened to him, wanting to absorb that compliment and attempting to look at it from Kon’s eyes since he had them literally. “Yeah, it was nice. I like being taller than you… well me. Ugh it is going to mess with me.” He should go to the bat cave and try to figure out what is happening, but he worried losing control would tear it down to the ground. Control first, then answers. 

“Okay, get dressed first thing.” That meant having to put on the suit as the best option. The towel remained held at his front as he searched for Kon-El’s suit, finished drying him off and slipped into it. Not too different from his robin days, and less buckles than his red robin suit, so it was easy enough to assemble. Minus two very distinct things: shades and a leather jacket. The belt had made its way on but the other two were behind as he went to the door nervous as hell before a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. 

Kon placed the glasses on his face and handed him the jacket. “I did not want to wear them because they are yours.” but he had a reputation to keep for the man while he hijacked his body. The jacket was slipped on, steps headed back to the door.”I am going to go around back, let me try a few times before I grab you.” He was nervous and did not want to drop himself or Kon. If they died in these bodies, what did that mean? If they got hurt, could it force their consciousness to switch back?

Outside, he climbed up the fire escape to the roof, deciding he could attempt to clear it and if he did not fly, no big deal because he could land across. Reach into muscle memory. Tim ran, that frame bulkier and heavier than he was used to as he jumped off the roof, legs and arms going limber, attempting to think he could fly, reaching up for the sky. He did not. The top of the closed dumpster dented in upon his impact. He groaned but was otherwise unphased by it as he rolled off onto his feet. From the street, he attempted to jump up and down, arms rising upwards. It took five times before he floated. “Okay, just think of driving a jet, but it’s your body.” 

Arms went out Superman style for control as he rose higher, above the building, then circled around where his window was on the side of the bedroom where Kon was waiting. A hand extended out. “I landed on the dumpster around the side. It got messed up.” He admitted, waiting for Kon to jump to him so he could catch him. “This is so damn weird reversed.” Tim’s original body did not weigh much, barely a hindrance. 

Hands went to that small rear, holding him in his lap as he floated backward. ‘How do I go fast or know where I am going?”

[soothinglee]

hello, could I request platonic c!dt or c!benchtrio hcs with a pvper reader, but the reader is short and physically weak so instead of relying on swords or other normal stuff they specialize and rely on poison?

❝ YOU'RE WEAK, HOW CAN I HELP? ❞

warnings: just fighting, some curse words.

genre:: fluff (hcs)

summary:: hcs of the benchtrio (+ philza and techno) helping you make poison for fighting

a/n:: DUDE I AM SO SORRY LMAO, accidentally read the ask wrong, i thought it said "c!sbi". I don't know how, it's been a long day. so you get two extra characters! thank you for requesting!

m.list - ask - series m.list

PHILZA;

philza would spend hours in his brewing room trying to find things to accommodate you when fighting.

he thought of everything.

how fast could you pull it out, how quick could you throw it at your enemy while dodging their attacks?

he used ghast tears, blaze rods, glow stone, gunpowder, basically anything he could get his hands on.

he would always make sure you hand extra on hand incase an enemy were getting immune to the formula. (ahem, dream)

he knows that people would target you for your weak nature and the ability to NOT pick up a sword. the only one you could use was a small wooden toy sword meant for toddlers.

if I ever see someone stroll in with a fake sword looking like Luz Noceda from Owl house I'd would laugh in your face, no offense.

most likely then not he'll give you fighting lessons, he's the type to sit you down like its a school lecture and teach you the 'old school style'.

meaning from a 1,000 year old book he picked up on the other side of the world.

if you had to battle with someone twice your size he'd most likely be hiding in the trees somewhere, waiting for you to give him the hint that you're losing the battle.

if you're too stubborn to call it quits, and he can tell that you're losing severely, he'll swoop in without a second thought and finish the fight for you.

overall he has a very caring personality and would do anything to make sure you can protect yourself.

TECHNOBLADE;

believe me when I say you'll be carrying potions that will make you weigh 10 times more then you do now.

like I'm talking about your pockets, sleeves, socks, shoes, and your hair will be filled with them in secret compartments.

he always make sure you have atleast 5 totem of undyings in your inventory.

you always ask where he gets them from and he'll just look at you, blink and slowly back out the room.

you'd ask phil and he'll just shake his head and say "it's best you didn't know."

...

anyway, he'll find a way to make a netherite sword light for you because he will NOT let you walk around with a wooden sword.

makes sures everything you own is maxed out in enchantments.

potion wise he put EVERYTHING he could find into one potion. just drinking it alone without any armor would most likely make you the strongest person in the server.

he knows you can take your opponents but would still give you a 30 day bootcamp on fighting.

you'll be wishing you never took up pvp in the first place.

this man is relentless.

like I'm talking your arms, legs and back would be black and blue from the constant fighting.

sure it'll help in the long run but you got both mentally and psychically exhausted that you just passed out. (fic coming based off this soon?)

he'd give you a break but all this payed off in the long run because you were able to master a lot of thing you couldn't have ever done before.

like phil, he'd mostly be in your ear, watching from afar, telling when to strike and how.

you know ratatuoe (I'm not even going to begin on spelling ts right) where the rat is in the guys ear helping him cook?

that's you and techno except he's not pulling your hair controlling you..

yeah okay anyway, he'd make you the most feared person despite your size, you were walking proof that even if you're small you can do anything you put your mind to.

and hey, dream and his goons are kinda-somewhat, scared of you now.

so good for you :)

TOMMY;

to be honest for him I'm not really sure what he'd do.

like, do i want to go for the sweet, caring friend road or the gremlin, "who cares" mentality, evil road?

for the sake of this I'll do the first.

OKAY, he doesn't really know anything about potions (or poison pick your word they're the same) except for the stuff he made in wilburs van those days ago.

do the research needed to figure out what potions did what and how long they lasted for.

knowing him he most likely mixed a invisibility and a strength potion together and blew up Philzas' lab area, later blaming it on Techno.

though he couldn't fight himself he would do his best to teach you from the things he saw during war times, mixing in what techno taught him those years ago.

and although he is kinda rusty, his tactics worked well and you incorporated it with the stuff you already knew.

he was very taken aback by how badass you were.

he never knew someone so tiny and couldn't even open a pickle jar could fight a grown ass, 6'1 man with just leather armor.

would use you as a lab rat for his work-in-progress potions.

he'd hand you the most revolting thing.

I'm talking about mold, green goup, spiders eye, bamboo ass shit in a tiny glass bottle.

thank god for your immunity to poison because that looked radioactive.

"so? how does it taste?" he asks, lifting up the protective googles that started fogging up from the humidity in the room.

you swallowed the rest of it, placing the now empty bottle on the table. watching as he watched you expectantly. you swished the slug in your mouth and held your breath. the taste was something indescribable.

as you went to talk a hiccup came out instead, it came out green. you smiled at him, waving your hand in-front of your face. "well, I don't feel like dying-" another hiccup cuts you off, this time along with the sudden impulse to smash a book on the table.

you reached for the book and tommy watches you in awe, nothing about your psychical form changed but as the book collided with the ground and everything broke into pieces, tommy knew he had accidently created a ultra potion of strength.

it only took 7 minutes to wear off but in those minutes everything around you were either across the room or demolished.

he is very helpful but at the same time very risky. so if you ever choose him to help -or he chooses you- just take the safety percussions necessary.

RANBOO;

you really think that he is going to even touch a potion?

this man is afraid of EVERYTHING

would watch from behind you as you cooked something up.

if you even asked if he wanted to help he'd give you the most deadpanneded look and straight out tell you no.

he wouldn’t help you make them but he sure as hell would get you the supplies you needed when you ran out.

he knows that they are vital for your fighting because of your small stature so he makes sure nothing is missing and no one is bothering you while your working.

though he can’t provide much, he is great at finding ender pearls which he gives to you.

he doesn’t know what it could be used for but he thinks it’s a nice little gift.

ranboo being half ender man means that he hoards a lot of stuff so whenever you need you’ll go to his little house and take whatever you need.

9 times out of 10 there would be some really messed up stuff that he said he just “found lying around” but we all know that that’s probably not true.

he looks up to you (even though he should be looking down) because of how confident you are despite your size and weakness

He likes that you use it to your advantage and asks you to help him get the confidence that he needs.

if you ever need help during a fight just whistle- which is a signal that you need help- and ranboo will teleport to you and swoop you up.

he is very helpful despite being afraid of a lot of things.

TUBBO;

the both of you are pretty short so he can understand why you use poison to knock your opponents down.

is all for it to be honest, tells you to rest while he tries some things out.

like tommy he will put the most horrendous shit in it but will cover the smell up with berries and purple dye.

he tries to stay away from fighting, having a bad past with it and all but he will definitely sit on the sidelines and watch as you try and practice.

assures you that he will always stick by your side, in battle and out.

though he doesn't have any practice in pvp except for the wars he doesn't really have any tips and tricks. but is happy to help you come up with new strategies.

is very adamant about you not overworking yourself, will make you carry around extra potions of strength to make you heal faster.

you have this little book filled with recipes of different poisons you created over time and some times tubbo finds himself marveling over the things you've created.

tags▼

[scribble-dee-doo]

It isn't really so much as a choice as it is a series of accidents and natural disasters that herds Xanxus like an oblivious Akhyl right into the trap he'd sworn to avoid. By the time he looks up and realizes that his teeth have been blunted and his reflexes molded around the change, it's too late.

He's cleaning his guns, broken down to pieces and fanned in a tidy semicircle where he's sitting with legs crossed on the floor. A spot of reflection bounces off the scope in his hand and he looks on instinct, sees the knife in Tsuna's hand, and turns back around.

He doesn't hesitate. He just turns back around, and it takes a solid thirty seconds of idly wondering whether Tsuna's gone through enough knife polish to put on the monthly grocery list that they share before realizing that there's a person holding a knife right behind him – in his own home, where he's dressed down to loose housewear and not a single plate of armor – and it didn't twinge his nerves at all. He treated it more casually than he treats Squalo with a knife, more than himself.

“Xanxus?” says Tsuna, because his moons-damned Shine makes him close to psychic and he's tuned to Xanxus's mental state like a satellite.

[unboundtravels]

The Pirate Captain watched with an almost sort of confused complexion. He gave a look toward the man they'd captured and his employer. The man— this Doctor, remained poised and focused. Slouched in the chair whilst his wrist dangled. Still cuffed to the control unit Trello had put him in earlier, The Doctor seemed to show some semblance of understanding toward his current position. There seemed to be a silent acknowledgment between the two as if they were setting up the game board right now, psychologically, within their minds.

"Timelords." He mumbled under his breath, "Dramatic, you lot." That was all he said before he left.

[ ... ]

The Doctor listened very carefully, all the way his free hand moved to stroke softly at his cheeks with his thumb and his index finger. Across from him, stood the newest incarnation of a very very deadly foe. This was a face he'd not seen before, and yet he'd be able to spot the other in a crowd. There was that certain draw, regardless of the inherently psychic nature that Timelords tended to have. Regardless of the fact that the two timelords registered specific patterns, there wouldn't have been any doubt in his mind. Only The Master would be standing before him, now. There was no doubt in his mind. He registered the physical appearance quickly, locking it in a compartment within his mind. Lessons of a timelord's temporal functioning from those early academy years surfaced in the forefront of his mind. 

Timelords could never meet out of order, this much was certain. So there was no doubt about it, this incarnation of The Master could only be his latest... or at least, whichever incarnation was congruent with The Doctor's own personal, present timeline. After a moment of silence, The Doctor finally spoke up. His knuckle had been tracing his lip softly, one leg crossed over his knee as he remained poised casually. It was time for the cuffed renegade to move a couple of pawns of his own. The Master had made his first moves, and he assumed they were bait moves to rile him up. He wouldn't call the bluff.

"Yes, I realize just what kind of position you're in." He mused, almost as if he didn't need his other to state something so inherently obvious, and the next question caused The Doctor's eyes to widen, the rival renegade let out a boisterous chuckle before he tilted his head. "Oh, don't give yourself too much credit." He leaned back in the chair, legs crossing further and back arching softly, causing him to lounge within the chair. "I just so happened to be passing through the neighborhood, it's a rather long story so I won't bore you with the details." He made it sound truly dreadful to listen to, eyes squinting softly before he moved to shift upward slightly, resting his chin on his hand whilst he pointed toward the rival timelord. Moves on the board made to diffuse tension, to resist that lul into the trap The Master was beckoning him towards.

"What I would like to know, though—" He hummed quietly, "This is a rather uncharted part of space for even us timelords... Believe me, I've figured that much out." Referring to the fact that he had to be jettisoned towards the very edge of creation and beyond, forced to retrace his step, and he still wasn't anywhere close to any systems charted within the Gallifreyan Matrix databank. It led him to begin to wonder whether or not Teyvat was actually charted in real space, or whether landing there initially had been one in a trillion that he just so happened to get lucky with. It created quite the suspicion within The Doctor. "So... that leads me to wonder... what exactly are you doing here?" He moved to raise an eyebrow. Now, he wanted to prepare himself— set up his own pawns to defend against oncoming strikes by keeping The Master on his toes.

Until only then, at the threat toward Lisa (or the purple minx, as she'd seemed to be titled) which caused his brows to shift upward again. She's loose within the station, evading scans for now— which is a safer position than he's in. Regardless, he can't ascertain whether or not The Master knows that or not. After all, who's to say Lisa hasn't been caught? She's a tricky little witch, so he'll just have to hope she can take care of herself. It's what allows him to play the threat off with a shrug and a sigh. "Weightless threats typical of a psychopath such as yourself. Let's not waste our time with things like that." The Doctor mumbled quietly before taking another insult right to the face.

"Just because I wound up here by chance doesn't mean I didn't do any immediate scans of the area." He grinned, "I picked up the background artron energy left behind by your TARDIS... which colored me rather surprised..." He hummed, wiggling his eyebrows towards his other. "I wasn't sure last time whether or not your time capsule was in working condition, but I'm glad to know you're not without wheels."

Finally, The Doctor shifts the subject.

"Well, go on then." He huffs, "You haven't killed me then... so you must have something you want to gloat about." 

The grating sound of a voice breaking his otherwise peaceful workspace had not been a welcome sight. Trello had in fact been given mere seconds in his head to say something of import or interest before he decided that the space pirate's time was up. Fortunately for him, he'd yielded something of signficance. A pity, he would have made an interesting case study. Yet it had been enough to draw him away from his work, straightening his white coat and dusting the front before allowing himself to be guided forth.

The man jabbers too much, he notes, as they follow the paths of the station, an incessant twittering sound, not unlike the tweet of a bird, or the screech of an unwelcome rat. Far easier it is to contemplate both the contraption he is working on and how a delay may affect his time schedule. He's almost entirely lost in his thoughts, jumping between his plans and what he might choose to do should this prove to be a waste of his precious time, but then...

Oh indeed...

Slowly, the smirk beneath the mask stretches, the only sign of emotion behind the pointed mask, and he lets a deeply amused chuckle trickle from lips. How the game begins. It might almost seem pre-written were it not slightly inconvenient given his current machinations. He would not be so terribly crude as to use such a reoccuring and overdone plot after all. Something of a detour then... well that could work. Indulging in old acquaintances should not prove to be too much of a misfortune. "Run along now, Trello. You have done your part. Should you keep yourself clear I might even consider a bonus all things considered." The bonus being permission to live, but he need not know so much. Even as he speaks that mask does not drift from the figure before him, waiting till Trello's footsteps retreat, and he can clasp hands behind his back. There is little to care for but the other in his room, the only one who has the right to even dare to attempt to claim they are on even ground. But which of them has claimed the white playing pieces this time? Who will make the first move?

"Well now, what an extraordinary position I find myself in. Tell me did you come here expecting company or were you simply roaming the universe like a curious mouse, seeking places he does not belong, hm?" A pause, another chuckle as he considers the new visage before him, wondering what eccentricities he holds and sighs. "Anything untoward and your purple minx, as it were, shall bear the brunt of your actions. Do remember that." It's a promise dripping in glee, one that is held for the beat of four before he draws his hands forth and gestures to the man before him.

"Have you really got so slack that even a fool like Trello can catch you? My, my Doctor you are slipping..."

[michaelmilligan]

Endverstober Day 25: Devil

(explanation post) (compilation post)

The throne they had built for him on Earth was uncomfortable. Maybe it was because it was made from stone, or maybe Lucifer just wasn't used to sitting with a vessel, but he kept adjusting his position on the damn thing, only to get even more uncomfortable.

Setting up shop in a dilapidated monastery might have been a mistake. Of course, they'd properly desecrated the place before using it as a base of operations. Otherwise, his demons wouldn't even have been able to enter it without experiencing severe pain. But unfortunately, the spilled blood and the screams of their victims didn't make this damn throne any nicer to sit on.

There were still some humans there, Lucifer contemplated, tugging on a chain and getting a whimper out of one. He could use one of them as a cushion, or at least part of them. A pillow made from human skin and innards – there was a Divine Design.

(Had Lucifer killed a few hours watching HGTV? Maybe. If anyone asked, he'd been doing important work, catching up with humanity in the twenty-first century. Besides, Ramsey had liked the moving pictures.)

“My Lord?”

Lucking up from the humans, Lucifer saw Meg, her head held high but with concern all over her face. That didn't bode well. She was one of his most loyal and competent minions, one of the few he could count on to only come to him with important matters that she couldn't fix on her own.

“What is it, child?”

She swallowed, then straightened her posture impossibly more. “There are more... complaints, my Lord.”

“Ah.” Lucifer suppressed a sigh. “Bring them in.”

She nodded gravely, then led some other demons into the room, side-eyeing them before they even started talking.

“What do you want?” Lucifer asked them, pretending to be bored, even though the sight of half a dozen demons all scowling made him tense.

Before all this, he would have barely given them another thought. But his powers were failing, and he was tethered more and more to his vessel, having to rely on its natural strength. Sam Winchester was a strong and sturdy vessel, of course, but he was still only human.

Except for the whole psychic thing, but Lucifer hadn't tapped into that yet at all.

“My King.” One of the demons stepped forward and gave a slight bow.

Considering what they were about to do, that was almost insulting.

“Go on. Speak,” Lucifer told them, eyes boring into those of the demons. They squirmed, much to his satisfaction.

“Earth sucks,” another demon spoke up, getting a glare from the first one. But he just continued on. “There's barely any humans left and there's freaking zombies everywhere.”

The others nodded.

“This isn't the kingdom you promised us,” someone said.

“Oh? It's not?” Lucifer uncrossed Sam's long legs and got up, still towering over everyone else even as he stepped down from his throne. “What did I promise you?”

The demons threw each other nervous looks as he came closer, but one of them raised his chin, standing firm. “Eternal torment. A world where we can be as cruel and horrible as we want.”

“Hm. And that's not this world?” Lucifer asked thoughtfully as he stopped directly in front of the brave demon who dared speak up to him.

“N-no,” the demon said, flinching when Lucifer touched his cheek. But he only trailed a finger over it, almost like a caress.

“You poor things. I haven't been caring for you good enough, have I? Not enough prey in your enclosure?”

The demon frowned, and glanced towards his compatriots, but before any of them could open their mouth, Lucifer had already curled his hands around the demon's throat and started squeezing.

“Not enough death, and maiming? Too bad,” he said conversationally, as the demon choked. “Guess we better give you something to remember today.”

The demon's mouth dropped open as he gurgled, and then black smoke started pouring out.

“Oh no no,” Lucifer said, eyes flashing as he forced the demon back into his vessel. He may be growing weaker, but he could still do this. “You wouldn't want to miss all the fun, would you?”

The other demons gasped, and Lucifer saw blades gleaming in the candlelight that filled the room.

Before one of the complainers could strike, though, there was a choked sound, and then a head hit the floor, followed by a body. Meg stood over the decapitated demon with a detached expression and a streak of blood on her face.

She was beautiful like this, Lucifer thought.

The other demons started yelling, in shock and in anger, but it soon turned into agonized screaming as Lucifer and Meg killed them, too. Even Ramsey got up from the half-eaten legs of a human prisoner to join the action.

In the end, the only sounds were the dripping of blood on stone tiles, and the crunching of bones as Ramsey snacked on the demons' dead vessels.

The serenity of the moment was broken, though, when the clicking of heels echoed from the walls. Lilith stopped upon seeing the carnage, blood and guts still spilling onto the floor.

“Seriously?” she asked, pursing her lips.

“They had some complaints,” Lucifer told her, and she rolled her eyes.

“Keep going like this and you'll have killed every last demon on Earth in a week.”

Lucifer glanced at Meg. “Not every demon.”

“Whatever.” Lilith gestured towards Meg. “Clean that up, will you?”

Meg's eyes flitted to Lucifer before she nodded, and walked towards the door. Either to get some cleaning supplies, or to get someone to do it for her, Lucifer supposed.

“Wait,” he said, and she stopped near the doorway, turning back to him. “Keep the blood.”

Both Lilith and Meg raised their eyebrows at him.

Lucifer put a hand on his vessel's chest. “Little Sammy here got his rocks off with demon blood. Haven't you ever wondered what it would do for me?”

“Can't say that I have,” Lilith said, pursing her lips again.

“I'll make sure to preserve whatever is salvageable,” Meg said, always he good little worker bee. “But my Lord... you shouldn't have to drink scraps from the floor. We can just get you a fresh batch.”

Lucifer felt his mouth pulling into a grin as his eyes came to rest on her. “And that is why you're my favourite.”

[lovelytarou]

second nature — kirishima eijiro

— eijiro has memorized everything about you – from the way you twirled your hair when you're bored, when you bounced your leg up and down when you're anxious, and he can even tell when you're sad. one of the things he has memorized himself is buying you your favorite snacks when you're exactly craving for it.

pairing: kirishima eijiro x reader

tags: friends to lovers 👀

genre: fluff

word count: 663

a/n: this is shorter than the last one i posted lmao buuut yeah,,,this is part 5/7 of the event!

you think that kirishima is psychic. he seems to be always at the exact time, exact place as to where you are when you needed him.��

his other quirk could be mind reading too, if you didn't know any better. but what you don't know is that, kirishima always has his attention on you. memorizing every small detail about you that can fill a book or two. 

for example, he knew you were nervous when your hands started to tremble, and you had a habit of biting your bottom lip too often – eyes drifting from one place to the next. 

he also knew you were embarrassed with the tell tale signs of the reddening tips of your ears, how you avoid the conversation entirely, and you couldn't contain the smile that blooms on your face. 

he loved the way you talked about your favorite things. the way your face lit up like a million stars in the night sky, your hands making gestures as you spoke faster, mind racing a mile a minute, and you had this faint blush dusting your cheeks. he thought of how cute you were at these moments. he just wants to gobble you up and pepper your cheeks with kisses until it grows even redder. 

when you're sad, he knew by the way your voice lost its usual jovial tone to it replaced by a sort of deflated, monotone one and you won't speak up unless you're ready to talk about what's bothering you. 

he's like a knight in shining armor, honestly. the way he swooped in when you need him most. the one time you were struggling to move the boxes you were assigned with for an event, he offered to help once he saw how many of them you have to carry. 

you were thankful for his help, having apologized too many times for taking up his time but he just shook his head and told you that it's no problem.  

“if you really wanted to pay me back...we can go to dinner sometime?” he smoothly offered. if anything, kiri isn't the one to pass up a chance to spend more time with their crush. 

and just like that, numerous dates followed and you felt like you knew each other for years. during those times he spent with you he has memorized your order at restaurants you go to, he knew how to make your coffee and tea just how you like it without having to ask you. it just seems natural, like something he embedded in himself long ago. 

kirishima knew you were craving affection even if you didn't. it's the way your foot reaches out to him when you're doing something. he'd immediately grab your legs and lay them on top of his lap as he massaged them softly. 

the best thing about dating kirishima? he gave the best hugs. he knew when to give it, too. once you enter the house with slumped shoulders, and a deep frown on your face, you bet he'll drop everything he was doing and engulf you in his warm, soothing embrace and won't let you go until you calmed down. 

so when he asked you to meet his parents one day, finally standing at the doorstep with a fearful look in your eyes, his hands found your trembling ones as he gave you a reassuring smile. all your worries and fears dissipated in an instant at the feeling of his calming touch. 

“you okay?” he searched for any discomfort on your face. when he found there is none and you shook your head, he sighed in relief. 

“yeah, let's go. i'm ready.” you exhaled all the nervousness and anxiety and stared straight on towards the door where the start of something new, something even better, and possibly welcoming you into a new family is ready to greet you as well. 

kirishima smiled. he knew you were, why else will he take you to meet them?

general taglist: @chibishae34 @heyheysey @bukojuiice

[sheshowardlinksgirl]

❤️HOWARD LINK X OC ❤️

"You should eat something"

The sandy blonde inspector hovered over the girl as she led motionless on the empty floor boards below. Theodosia was in a ball, Her long brown hair unbrushed and her pale blue eyes fixed upon the wood.

And all of this because she had found an old picture of him with his family stuffed between the wall of his family's basement.

Link hadn't owned his family's house for long. It came up for auction six months previously and although he didn't really have the money, he'd decided that he was going to buy it anyway.

He also happened to have Theo visiting with Walker and Kanda because the trio had business in Germany that absolutely couldn't wait.

Chief Komui, seemingly taking advantage of the situation, asked if he would accommodate them so that the order didn't have to fork out for a hotel and because Link considered himself a decent person, he'd accepted.

But now, Theodosia was inconsolable. The whites of her eyes now scarlet after crying pitifully. Howard had known that she was sensitive to old places but he had never dreamed that she actually possessed some kind of psychic ability.

According to Walker, she did and Howard didn't know how to feel about that, but the last thing he wanted was to make a guest in his home extremely uncomfortable.

In his hand he held a dish of creamed gelatin. A silver spoon laying across the plate as he came to kneel on the floor.

"Gelatin is perfect for bringing a smile to people's faces." He said softly "And I happen to know that it's also your favourite"

"Yours too," The young girl croaked.

"Your Mama would make it for you when you were sick"

Theodosia wiped her eyes.

"You were loved" She breathed.

Links gut dropped but at the same time he felt a small sad smile tug at the corner of his lips. Remembering his past was like swallowing a bitter pill. His training was the most valuable thing that he owned but had his parents not become sick and died he would have followed a different path. He wouldn't have had to endure all that he had, the cruelty, the hardness that would eventually become him.

He had been loved.

"I'm sorry that it all ended for you" She whimpered.

"She wanted different for you"

Link was overcome with sadness, his eyebrows dipping. His mother had been wonderful and always so cheerful. She was the reason that he always had that 'can do attitude' because he felt as though he could do anything so long as he put his mind too it.

He placed the Gelatin on the floor and placed his hand on Theo's shoulder.

He respected the girl, not just because she was an exorcist but because she was soft hearted but still strong enough to fight against the evil in this world, that kind of bravery was hard to find.

If the ex-inspector had to be honest with himself, there was also an element of favouritism in their relationship. He would happily tire himself to see Theo smile.

And he felt uncomfortable thinking about it, because it wasn't the kind of satisfaction that came from making sweets for Walker or the feeling he got when he finished a mountain of paperwork and handed it in before it was due.

It was a strange, warm feeling that he only got when Theodosia visited him or when they happened to share the same assignment together.

He would probably be lying if he said that hosting the three of them was purely down to being a naturally hospitable person, It was likely more to do with the fact that Theo was with them.

The age difference between them continued to play it's mind games with him when he was laying awake in bed at night. With Howard wondering how he was supposed to make it work when he was nearly 7 years older than her.

Speaking softly, he spoke into the nape of the 16-year-old's neck as the end of his braid dangled over his shoulder.

"Do not be sad for me" He said, his voice deepening to comfort her.

"I am healthy and working hard to better myself" He brushed her hair off of her cheek softly " I'm also fortunate enough to have good friends"

Theodosia's blue eyes fluttered open as she sat up from her ball. Their faces were so close, lips literally inches away.

Links brown eyes lingered on them before sitting back and offering Theo his hand.

"I'm sorry, I know that moving into this house means a lot to you" Theo hummed taking the inspectors hand greedily.

"I shouldn't let the past upset me. Especially when you don't let it upset you"

Link handed Theo her gelatin and brushed off his trousers before holding the bedroom door open for her.

"It's not that it doesn't upset me." He says carefully as they step into the drawing room.

Allen is busy eating some pasta that Howard has made him whilst Kanda, who would rather be anywhere else, sulks on the armchair. It's made of expensive material with gold and red stripes and mahogany arms.

It can fit three people on it at least but Kanda's legs are spread wide.

Howard raises an eyebrow but not wanting to start an argument he ignores the blatant disrespect.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure Theodosia has followed.

"I just don't let it bother me."

She is short compared to Howard, almost a foot difference but he's content with her blue eyes looking up at him.

He knows he can't make anything of it, she's only 16 years old after all.

"I really admire you" Theo smiles making his cheeks warm. There's a full moon out tonight, perhaps he could take her to watch it.

If he took Walker and Kanda with him then no one should have a problem with it. Right?

Just as he's pondering what to do next, Theo grabs his hand. Allen and Kanda share a look as Links cheeks glow even deeper.

"Th-Theo!?"

"It's a beautiful night, can we go look at the moon?"

Ah...this girl....

Howard and Theodosia stood hand in hand.

And he couldn't be happier......

Don't let this end.